"Megatron? I wasn't expecting that." Orion admitted, seeing that his friend was obviously pleased with the name. "Why that name?"
"My name in the arena was inspired by Prime of War, a part of me is linked to the legend he once was, so I will create a legacy greater than his, my new name will be defined by the new path I will follow." Megatron looked down at his dominant hand, clenching his fist tightly, determination burning within him, ready to explode and save our people. "D-16 was dragged to hell to die, Megatronus was born from the embers of battle, and I, like Megatron, am the blade forged by all my experiences to be drawn for our freedom."
"It will be hard for me to get used to calling you that." Orion admitted, not imagining himself calling his friend that after so long.
"You're my brother, I can tolerate you calling me by my original name, but in public I am now Megatron." Megatron said and left the room, drawing the attention of everyone who could see him clearly without his cloak.
It didn't take long for the whispers to begin, many impressed to see someone so imposing, as if they were seeing a great warrior who seemed to have stepped right out of an epic fantasy book.
As Megatron emerged from the building and announced his new beginning, his imposing and iconic armor caught the attention of many young Cybertronians, many excited as if they were seeing a celebrity.
He was surrounded by many enthusiasts who excitedly shouted his old name as he was recognized. Naturally, this created a domino effect, and more Bots approached, amazed by the presence of their idol.
"Megatronus!"
"Megatronus!"
"Megatronus!"
Everyone shouted, and Orion was impressed by the rapid number of bots surrounding his friend, as if he had a powerful and charismatic aura that allowed everyone to place their trust in him.
Megatron raised his dominant arm in a closed fist, causing everyone to slowly fall silent and making him smile subtly at the influence he wielded.
"My fellow Cybertronians, I am proud to say that I now have my freedom and a new name! I understand that you are all excited by my presence, but we must take one step at a time in order to stand against our true enemies." Megatron spoke, his voice as imposing and calm as possible, watching as more curious bots approached the audience that was forming. "Follow me and let me show you that we are a free people, that our voice carries weight, join me in the fight for our freedom, against the tyranny of the High Council and the conspiracy of the High Guard, so that we can look back and be proud to have been part of the flames that will illuminate future generations."
As Megatron spoke, hundreds of Cybertronians gathered, all mesmerized by the words of the former gladiator, now a revolutionary determined to fulfill his ideology.
"NOW THE GLADIATOR OF KAON HAS DIED, AND NOW I AM REBORN AS MEGATRON! LIBERATOR OF CYBERTRON!" Megatron shouted, his eyes gleaming with adrenaline for a moment, feeling the same sensation as everyone in the arenas chanted his name, making him smile and show his teeth.
With the revolutionary and imposing words of the now self-proclaimed Megatron, it took no more than 5 seconds for the crowd to scream, whistle or clap. Some even broadcast the moment to prominent Cybertronian websites, causing a great stir in several cities, especially in Kaon and IACON, as the cities chanted a single name.
"MEGATRON!"
"MEGATRON!"
"MEGATRON!"
The large holographic screens in IACON broadcast the people chanting Megatron's name, specifically the live images of a pose he was doing that would later be followed by a statue being erected in his honor, where it all began for him.
Megatron smiled, feeling the great sensation of being praised, exalted, and honored as if he were a savior. He stretched out his arms as if to take all the wealth and faith of all on his shoulders, as if he could lift that weight like one of the many dead beasts he had killed.
"BY CYBERTRON!!!" Megatron shouted, and thanks to his enhanced hearing, he could even hear the city screaming his name in the background, a message that he was arriving, that he had just taken his first step toward changing history.
Soundwave remained silent, but with immense satisfaction in his Spark to see that it was only the first day and Cybertron was already demonstrating its desire for justice, and now all the people had faith in demonstrating it, as long as they had someone to follow.
Orion was amazed at how easily his friend had put together what could lead to a demonstration in his name, he had actually underestimated how frustrated the bots were, but his joy began to fade when he heard the screams of some young people.
"LET'S GET THEM!" A red-skinned young man shouted.
"LET'S SMASH THEIR FACES!" A young woman shouted next to her friend.
"LET'S BURN IT ALL!" Shouted a green-skinned young man.
Orion began to feel a heavy and uncomfortable feeling in his Spark as he saw many expressing violent and extreme opinions that could lead to an uncontrolled battle against the High Guard in the future, he understood that many were tired of the injustice they were suffering, but D's -16 revolution had enough power to put pressure on the government without resorting to weapons or violence. Many didn't just want justice, they wanted heads to roll on the ground and be displayed on stakes.
"Oh no... they're letting their emotions get the better of them." Orion whispered, slowly beginning to believe that the revolution his brother was proposing was in jeopardy because of malicious bots that might tarnish the image his brother had created.
"Let us awaken from the darkness! Let us show our strength! RISE UP CYBERTRON!!" Megatron shouted in a roar that resembled a declaration of war.
"MEGATRON!"
"MEGATRON!"
"MEGATRON!"
"MEGATRON!"
"MEGATRON!"
"MEGATRON!"